A few days later, Ye Lang began traveling back and forth between Ye Residence and Royal Academy as usual. His life seemed no different from before, except that many people had learned that Tiger Girl, who had been at his side, had been granted her freedom and sent back to her own home.
At the time, many people felt Ye Lang's decision was a terrible waste. Tiger Girl's petite, adorable figure was a treasure among the Tiger Clan, the ideal slave girl in the hearts of countless men. That brat was simply casting pearls before swine. My lovely Taiya—I'll never see her again.
Eh, wait. If that brat had sent her back, didn't that mean they might have a chance to get her now? Some people suddenly realized that while Tiger Girl had been Ye Lang's slave girl, they had had no opportunity at all. Now, there seemed to be a chance, however slim it might be.
This was something neither Ye Lang nor Tiger Girl had ever noticed. Neither of them knew that she was actually so popular—apparently far more popular than Ye Lang.
Of course, those people later learned that their chance was zero. Absolutely zero!!
After that, no one ever saw anyone else take Tiger Girl's place at Ye Lang's side. There was no one at home, and even less so at the academy.
Long Anqi had arranged for other maids to look after Ye Lang, but he had refused outright. He said he did not need anyone else to care for him; he could care for himself. Besides, he had promised Tiger Girl that he would help her take care of himself.
At first, Long Anqi assumed it was only temporary. Ye Lang had simply lost Tiger Girl, so without considering whether he was actually capable of looking after himself, he had directly refused.
She believed that after some time had passed, Ye Lang certainly would not keep refusing—at the very least, he would not be so blunt about it. She had always thought Ye Lang could not live on his own. He was a young master who had grown up reaching out for clothes and opening his mouth for food.
Yet the result proved that she was wrong—terribly, utterly wrong. Not only could Ye Lang live without anyone's care, he could even take excellent care of himself, so well that people could scarcely believe it.
This left many people baffled. It should not have been possible. How could a young master who had never taken care of himself know how to do so, and do it so thoroughly without needing anyone's help at all?
Of course, this young master's way of caring for himself was rather special!
First, in his daily life, when it came to cleaning rooms, clothes, and the like, he used Alchemy Arrays to deal with them. In an instant, everything would be restored to a brand-new state. The only problem was that strange lights would flash during the process, making people think something had happened. Once they learned the whole story, they could not help laughing and crying at once. In time, they grew used to it.
Second, he was a Prodigal Son. He spent money with a lavish hand on eating out and such. If he had not wanted to preserve everything in the courtyard, he would probably have torn down the house and rebuilt it. Anything dirty or broken would be thrown away and replaced with something new.
No matter what, although his methods were a little unusual, he could still be considered capable of taking care of himself without anyone else's help. In truth, even without such unusual methods, he could have managed. Do not forget that in his "previous life," he had been an ordinary person and had looked after himself for who knew how many years.
That said, after Tiger Girl left, Ye Lang did run into a small problem—
"Eh, isn't this Thirteenth Young Master Ye?" On a campus road, a young master led a group of people over, carrying an exceedingly handsome greatsword as he blocked Ye Lang's path.
"Hello!" Ye Lang glanced at the people in front of him and politely asked, "May I ask what this is about?"
"It's nothing much. We just want to beat you up." The young master flicked his handsome greatsword in what he considered a very handsome pose.
"Why do you want to hit me? Have I offended you?" Ye Lang asked blankly. He was not pretending. He was simply this slow to react in such matters, not much different from the old Thirteenth Young Master. He did not understand what the other side wanted.
"Yes, you have offended us," the young master said teasingly.
"Oh. In that case, I'll apologize to you." Ye Lang said it casually, then started walking forward. With his head lowered, he looked as though he were afraid of them.
In fact, anyone familiar with him knew that he was thinking about something—some question concerning alchemy. He did this every day. If someone asked him about it later, he might not even know that anyone had blocked his way or that he had spoken to anyone.
"Uh..." The young masters froze, unsure how to handle this for the moment. None of them had expected Ye Lang to react like this.
"Stop!! Do you think you can leave just because you said sorry? Let me tell you, Taiya isn't by your side anymore. If I want to beat you up, I'll beat you up. Don't think being the Thirteenth Young Master of the Ye Clan makes you so great. Trash will always be trash!" The young master darted in front of Ye Lang and pointed at him as he roared.
"Oh, so that's how it is. You're jealous of my status, and before, Tiger Girl was by my side, so you didn't dare lay a hand on me because you couldn't beat her." Ye Lang stopped and looked at the young master before him.
"..." The young master's face reddened, an expression of unbearable shame appearing on it. Ye Lang's words were indeed the truth. They were among those people who had not dared do anything to Ye Lang because they could not defeat Tiger Girl—and they were among the stupider ones.
If they had been smart, they would not have thought that Tiger Girl's departure meant they could make a move against Ye Lang.
Why?
"Hey, you should run now, or you'll be in for it later," Ye Lang said to the group before him. Before they could respond, he added, "Don't think I'm fooling with you. I'm just too kind-hearted. I don't want to see anyone get hurt."
"Bullshit! You're the one who'll be in for it, and you're the one who'll get hurt!!" the young master roared, looking utterly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. Well, in many people's eyes, he truly was courting death.
"Eh, you're bullying Ye Lang? Do you think the weather's too hot, so you came looking for something cool?" At that moment, a passerby came by, and this passerby happened to be one of Ye Lang's classmates.
"What do you mean, too hot? What do you mean, looking for something cool?" The young master did not understand, but he soon would.
Ice Arrow!!
A voice rang out, followed by a flash of blue light that struck the young master's body, immediately letting him understand what "cool" meant.
"You think I'm dead? You dare bully my little brother!" Ye Lanyu appeared before everyone, her expression as cold as frost.
That was right. Even without Tiger Girl, there was still Ye Lanyu. Whoever dared touch Ye Lang even once would find her Ice Arrow appearing before them first.
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